Flogging Tin

Oh, it'll cut, never fear. Right through bone like it wasn't even there. Cutting your own limb off? It'd take psychotic dedication... or a very sharp blade. Got all four of 'em, in the end, and his head for good measure.

Cursed, of course. Turns on you the moment it can. But what's the good of a curse that no one ever suffers? That's what the carrot's for: to make you risk the stick. What would you risk to hold something sharp, something well and truly sharp, just for a moment?

I just have two words for you: oil can.